Friday, November 14, 2008

Wyatt's poem today combined with Scarecrow's post (and a conversation with him) has inspired me to repost one of my older (if you count "earlier this year" as "older") poems here. This was originally posted on Pan Historia but now I'm sharing it with THE WORLD!

Hot Love in a Zombie World

Nailing the boards over the barn doorsOur hands touch briefly and we smileThe quick thrill reminding us we're aliveNot like those things outsideWho stagger and growlParts dropping off left and rightRotting where they stand

Stealing kisses as we crouchBehind a makeshift barricadeThe excitement building to a crescendoAs the undead beat on the barn doorTheir nails and fingers breaking offTheir moans permeating the airBarely drowning out our own

Making frantic love as the wood splintersThe inevitable conclusion of our human existenceThe doors fly open as we cry outOur declarations of lasting adoration echo onEven in our own staggering pursuit of fleshOur hands touch as we devour a doctorHot love in a zombie world